...n could be so daring...or so be in the offensive…about sex!
“Ben, I’m waiting,” she uttered, folding her arms impatiently.
“Fine. Follow me,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulled her to him as he stood up and headed a certain direction.
“Now where are those two going?” wondered Max after he noticed his two grandchildren moving farther and farther away from the picnic grounds.
“Yes. Where are they going…Ken? Lily said, arching her brow at her son.
“They, uh, told me they wanted to explore the whole park,” Ken answered quickly, his hands cupped over his eyes like makeshift binoculars as he watched with Max.
Max turned to Ken, a confused look in his eyes, “You need help, son,” he said, patting his back.
“You have no clue,” he murmured, his mind drifting to an image of Ben and Gwen, a worried look on his face.
Ben pushed Gwen against a rather large tree and claimed her lips hungrily—passionately. They didn’t waste a single second as they quickly got to unbuttoning each others shirt and carelessly discarding them to the ground.
Their kiss became much deeper, much more intense. Their tongues prodding and exploring each oth...